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Wire Issues a Challenge; X-Division Championship
Topic Started: May 18 2018, 01:34 PM (112 Views)
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Brunswick: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PRW Rage. I'm Josh Brunswick, joined here as always by the irreplaceable Doug Smith. Doug?

Smith: There's one thing that can be said about me and not you Brunny. But hey, it's not about us. We're on the road to Summerfest and for anyone whose never been down that road before, let me warn you...things are about to get intense.



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Wire emerged from the back, slinking forward slowly with her signature bat clutched in her hands. However, she had made a new addition to her attire since the last time PRW had seen her. She wore a red varsity jacket eerily similar to that worn by Sean Aries, stained with what looked like blood. With a wicked smile, Wire popped her jacket's collar before making her descent down the entrance ramp.

Brunswick: Talk about a statement. Wire seems quite proud of herself.

Smith: And why shouldn't she be? She beat Aries in a death-match. The same Aries who once held the PRW Heavyweight Championship! The same Aries we weren't sure we'd ever see compete here again!

Wire made her way down to the ring, the crowd cheering loudly. They did not cheer her name; after all, she had just brutally beaten a returning Sean Aries. But there was unmistakable excitement in the air as Wire made her entrance. While not everyone approved of the unique brand of violence she brought with her for every one of her matches, anyone who wanted to see violence in PRW was sure to get it from her. Wire had an aura of danger and unpredictability about her that had turned her into an attraction.

Much to the delight of the audience, Wire reached underneath the ring and pulled out a very tall ladder. She looked at the crowd, acknowledging their cheers as she shoved it into the ring before following it in. She set it up in the center of the ring, staring up at it in delight. Wire removed her jacket, placing it at her feet as she slowly scaled the ladder.

Brunswick: Talk about symbolism. She's above Aries now, at least in her mind.

Smith: I'd say she's earned that right.

Wire reached the top of the ladder, turning around and sitting against it as she took in the crowd. She clasped her hands in front of her as the crowd began to cheer. She extended her hand as a microphone was tossed her way from a stage-hand who was mortified of what Wire would do to him if he refused. Wire smiled, laughing to herself as she raised the microphone to her mouth.

"I wish that you could all feel the same way I do right now." Wire said, much to the delight of Washington. "Fighing Aries...it was more than just a match. It was a-" She searched for the right word. "-It was a release, for both of us." Wire began. "Aries is a man who I have always admired for his tenacity. His ability to keep getting up even after putting his body through hell. But...not even he was able to last long enough to satisfy me." Wire pointed down at the jacket that was still lying at the foot of the ladder.

"And now I have one of the greatest trophies anyone could ever find in PRW. One I was not sure I would ever have access to." Wire said, looking into the camera. "But...it's not enough. Not for me. There's another trophy I find myself longing for. So, here's my challenge. Alexander Owens..."

At the mention of the X-division Champ, the crowd cheered, but Wire was perhaps the only one in the arena not excited to hear that name. "Owens...what does that title you carry around with you mean to you?" Wire sighed. "To me...that title means everything. The person who carries that X-division championship shows that they are the most dangerous competitor in all of PRW. They may not be at the top of the card or carry the starpower of the Heavyweight championship, but everyone knows that if you're looking for the real threat in this damn company, they carry an 'X' around their waist."


"And much like the trophy you see before you..." Wire gestured to the jacket below her. "I want it. And I will take it from you at Summerfest, whether you accept my challenge or not. Because...you know it. These people all know it. I know it. There is nobody more dangerous...nobody who is a better example of what that title represents and all the blood that has been spilled to earn it, than me." Wire points to herself.

"Meanwhile...there's you. Just another white meat boy shooting up steroids in the back room before their match. A juiced up body builder pretending to be a tough guy who views that championship as little more than a stepping stone to the Heavyweight title." Wire said, a sneer on her face. "Why else would you have wasted yours and everyone else's time in Superbattle?"

"So Owens...I'll see you at Summerfest. Keep that trophy warm for me before it's rightful owner comes to claim it."
Edited by Barbed Wire, May 18 2018, 01:36 PM.
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Bardard Wire looks confident in the ring; her words ringing out with someone that just oozes the arrogance and madness. And why not? She had beaten the Stoned Kodiak, the King of Deathmatch, Mr.Personality himself; Sean Aries. That alone give her some credence and flash to her name. Sadly for her; in his brilliant and braggadocious mindset; she thought that perhaps since she could beat a bear perhaps a bull was in her reporptore too. She’d soon get her chance; the lights dropping as Star N’ Bars strobes fill the arena and coupled with the riffing wales of Bon Jovi.



Breaking out from behind the curtain; Owens is dress in worn old brown denim jeans and a rough looking and sleeve free hoodie as well thick work boots. He has a warmish smile on his faces and is happy to shake a few hands and take few photos; even letting a few people touch the X-title that is wrapped around his waist. Even while he walks and mugs a bit; his eyes are locked on Wire;a intense stare down happening from afar.

Coming in the middle of ramp; Owens stands in the center of the aisle and pulls a mic from his hoodie pocket.

Owens: Meat headed white boy with a predilection for steroids? A pretend tough guy? That the best you got for me Reba “Yank On and On Till I’m Tired” Martinez? Add in some thin threats about you beating up a real badass like Aries as well as how you're the epitome of what the X title is about and boom...you think you’ve got the formula to get my goat and get at this belt? Well I’, gonna keep it easy for you; Driv...I mean Wire.

The Drive crack gets under Martinez’s skin a little but for the most part she stays compoused and keeps to her stalking spot at ring’s edge.

Owens: Your “win” against Aries would have impressed me two, three years ago. Now? Beating up a guy like Sean is the go to feat for all the edgy mean bastards that walk through this door. I mean; I got a hell of a lot of respect for the man but he’s on the twilight of this business, not the rise. You gonna go beat the hell out one of the Funks next? Is that your next follow up? As for your claim to be the perfect X champ, you're not wrong. A lot of crazies have held this title and split blood for it. Hell I've got close to gallon of someone else blood in me just going after on multiple occasions and winning the damn thing. You ever get hit in the back with a carpet nail cover board? It's miserable. But blood doesn't make the champ; guts do. And you aren't there yet darling.

This a curter and more irreverent Owens than is normal but, for the most part, he’s hitting the nail on the head. And that nail is meant to get Reba’s paint boiling; which is starting to happen as she taps the bat hard against her foot.

Owens: As for my run in SuperBattle; it wasn’t due to a lack of respect of this belt; a belt I might remind you, I religiously went after and nearly ended my career and have ended two people close to me, at one point, careers’ for. It was my desire to compete and put a show on for people like are sitting her in Washington DC tonight. But you wouldn’t understand that. You’ve either rode a got your ass handed to you since you’ve been here; walloped people with your bat till you won or just simply rode on someone that got real potential coattails’s.

That last comment actually cut deep on Wire; her pride starting to flake a little like her war paint. Yet her anger and general madness keep it together as she barked like a chain dog on a porch at Owens; who in turn largely ignored her.

Owens: But I digress. You really want a piece of this title? You’re more than welcome to try. You really want get your ticket punched to Summerfest? I can be your way. But don’t think you’ve got it easy. You see that little bat of your might have cracked a few skulls * flexs a fist* but these hands right here have cracked a helluva lot more. And if you don’t believe me then why don’t you try to show me otherwise?

Owens drops the mic and give Wire the high sign; letting her know he’s ready to show her why she should talk noise then not expect to pay for it.

TBC
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Wire looks down at Owens with a wide grin on her face. What good was issuing a challenge without the person she was issuing it to around to witness it in person? Wire still sat on the top of the ladder, peering down at Owens before she raised her microphone back to her face. "You were just about to call me Drive, weren't you?" The crowd popped at the mention of the former PRW Heavyweight Champion. "Is it the face paint? Our love of violence? Make no mistake Owens, Drive is a man worthy of respect. A future trophy I would love to add to my collection. But...unfortunately for you, I'm not going after him. I'm not going after the Funks. I'm coming after you."

"But hey, you're the one claiming to have guts. The difference is, I'm already standing in the ring. You're standing on the entrance ramp." Rocking back and forth on the ladder, almost to the point where she looked like she was going to fall, Wire made her descent with her baseball bat in her hands. She then made her way through the ring ropes and onto the ring apron, staring Owens down on the ramp. There was no fear in her eyes as she looked at the X Division Championship.

"I'm taking that title from you one way or another. I thought you'd like to wait until Summerfest, but if you got something to prove...we can settle things right here tonight." Wire laughed as the crowd instantly began to cheer, hoping that they were going to see a title defense. Wire, meanwhile, sat on the ring apron, kicking her feet back and forth and begging Owens to come to the ring and face her.

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Owens walks forward, looking raring and ready for a fight. Closing the gap, Owens suddenly stops in his tracks and brings the mic to his lips with a smile.

Owens: I admire your spunk and spirit. But I'm not in any rush to meet tete a tete with you yet,Wire. I've got time. You got anticipation. And the PRW? They've got themselves a stellar clash to look forward to. Till that time Wire; keep your hammer polished. Causing I'm gonna snap it in two, just like I'll do to you if you really thing you can hang with me.

Owens drops the mic and backs away; drawing a inkling of boos but mostly an understated but sensible cheer. He had the champion advantage. He had the upper hand and he was gonna set the pace of this one; not Wire.
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